On This Path Let The Heart Be

The Heart Is Like A Candle, Longing To Be Lit!

When You See The Setting, Wait For The Rising. Why Worry About A Sunset Or A Fading Moon?

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

Patience Is The Key To Joy.